Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. 
In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. 

Pulled into a world of darkness, Katelina's fate becomes intertwined with that of Jorick, a dark, enigmatic vampire. To stay by his side, she must navigate intrigue, terror and bloodshed as they are drawn from one battle to another. Dreams of peace seem elusive, and are complicated by mysterious vampires, old relics, and an ancient master. Join Katelina and Jorick in a world where vampires don't sparkle and night is eternal.

Amaranthine

The men waited in the welcome room. "Arrangements have been made," Jorick said stiffly.


"Good. Unless someone's bringing a Sherpa, it's time you helped." She dropped half of the luggage in front of him. "You can throw tantrums later."


Jorick growled but grabbed the suitcases and marched up the stairs. Katelina followed. The farmer in the seed office checked their IDs and informed them the rental car was outside.


"I rented it from The Guild," Jorick replied irritably. "Ours is still in Maine, if you'll recall."


The four-door looked inconspicuous, and the trunk was inadequate for the luggage. Micah threw his bag on top of the mound. With a snarl of impatience, he compressed the belongings until he could slam the trunk.


"You probably broke everything," Katelina cried.


"You do it next time." He turned to Jorick, his hand out. "Keys."


Jorick walked purposefully around the car and climbed into the driver's seat.


Chapter 520